Word: slushing
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...LONG lonely sound of the Long Island Railroad came aching down and down the track. Floral Park, Long Island was covered, silent and pure. The lost women, bundled mysteriously in snowsuits and galoshes, slipped, slithered, splashed, cursed and fell into the cold new-sprung fantasies of Long Island slush. They called to us, those strong silent people of this frontier town as they crouched proud and good against the creeping creeps of Queens. They called to us through the black ladened skies. "Get out of town. Cut your hair." Strange, and lonely, their cry. Floral Park, Long Island, I long...
Harvard, Radcliffe, and the entire Northeast peered out from under two feet of snow, slowly turning to slush yesterday, as the worst non-blizzard in twenty years moved...
...Olive as "Martini"), liked to break up stuffy parties by doing cartwheels or tossing the other ladies' shoes out the window. She was married only once-briefly, to Actor John Emery-but took a legion of lovers and gleefully admitted: "I'm as pure as the driven slush." Columnists were forever sniping at her and getting blasted right back. "Are you ever mistaken for a man on the phone?" Broadway Gossip Earl Wilson asked her. "No," she rasped. "Are you?" Yet some of her best lines were about herself. "They used to shoot Shirley Temple through gauze. They...
...they have been located. Many simply do not think that the suspected defect is worth the trouble. Regional conditions can make a difference: in 1966, G.M. sent out recall notices on 1,800,000 Chevelles and Chevrolets in order to install a splash shield designed to keep snow and slush from getting into the transmission housing; multitudes of Southerners, who do not worry about snow and slush, ignored the campaign. Similarly, unless the defect seems really serious, taxis and police cars are rarely turned in-if only because it is extremely inconvenient to have them out of service...
...about Sarah (Mary Moss) and Richard (David Tresemer) who snuff out their imaginary lovelifes with all the thrilling bile of a child smashing his toys--and all the satisfaction. The waste of suburban life has been spilled on stage before but Pinter's prim yet wrenching method invests the slush with a startling grace...